I was cruising an internet gay site, when I came across a profile of a married older man that was looking for some discreet sex. He was also looking for a golf partner. This was an interesting way to meet and play! At least it would make for interesting side bets! I e-mailed him to meet me at a local golf course that usually didn't have a lot of morning golfers. We were to meet around 9:30 a.m. and we could "play". I said to meet me at the practice green and we would play 9 holes.
I woke up to the sound of the alarm clock going off in Sven's room. I groggily came awake and sat up on my elbows. I was a little confused at first about where I was but through the early morning light starting to filter in through the windows; it all quickly came back to me; the long bus ride to my aunt and uncles, dinner together with my new cousins, having to stay in the bunkhouse with Sven, and then me sneakily watching him masturbate. Watching Sven stroke that big beautiful hard cock of his
"C'mon Kid, wake up." I heard a voice in my dreams that sounded very much like Sven. I rolled over on my side, anxious to hear what he was going to say next.
"Wake up." I felt a hand shaking my shoulder and slowly came awake. I partially opened my eyes and in the soft moonlight drifting into the bunkhouse, I saw Sven's tall form standing next to my bed, his hand slowly stroking his long hard cock. I realized the voice I'd heard was real, and not a dream. The pale moonlight was ref
"Easy there, Kid," Sven said with a warning tone to his voice, just as I was about to stick my tongue into that drooling strand of seed. After he'd brought me to a screeching orgasm by massaging my prostate with his thumb, I'd turned over to see his long majestic cock drooling pre-cum; badly in need of my sucking lips. I looked up at him imploringly, anxious to get more of his succulent cum into my mouth. "Just flip over and lie down on your back, I feel like doing a little face-painting." I'd n
This is my first submission. This is also the first non fiction story I've ever wrote.
I was brought up in a reasonably normal home. Raised by reasonably normal Parents.
Except for a couple of close calls which I may write about later, my teen sexual experiences remain hetero. However I began having dreams that were homoerotic in nature. I never shared these dreams with anyone. I suppressed them and they became less frequent after a serious relationship or tw
After that night camping, Marc and I got along great. It was the first time that I'd ever dated a guy. We agreed our relationship would be opened, to the extent that we would both continue to date women, while at the same time, we'd be cock exclusive to each other. Marc was easy to get along with, and unlike with Carl, I was on equal terms with Marc. We both liked sucking cock. Together we figured out that Marc was more of a top, and I was more of a bottom.
The following weekend,
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